Monday, October 1, 2007

Pumpkins = Ballgames

From "Yours," by Mary Robison, a message from the 2007 Tigers (an elderly husband), who finished 88-74, to the 2003 team that lost 119 games (a doomed wife):

"He wanted to get drunk with his wife once more. He wanted to tell her, from the greater perspective he had, that to own only a little talent, like his, was an awful, plaguing thing; that being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time, and liked yourself too little. He wanted to assure her that she had missed nothing."

2 comments:

Anson Mountain said...

From "Adina, Astrid, Chipewee, Jasmine" by Matthew Klam, a message from the 2007 Anson Mountain (He), who is always unhappy, to the 2007 Atlanta Braves team (Her):

"He wanted to slap her across the face with a brick
He wanted her to go somewhere and never come back. He was so sick of this crap. If he left now . . . but that would be impossible."

DrGravitee said...

From "The Zelda of My Heart, The Zelda of My Mind" by Marquez:

The [Yankees] better start winning some shit.